Stones On My Grave Poem by Jeff Siegel

Bury me with stones on my grave
Allow me the comfort of eternal sleep
Keep my tomb even, unlike that of a cave
For a shallow grave makes the devil weep.

Bury me in the warmth of the year
Forgo the cold and bitter season
Tell me your love was always sincere
To hear of such rhymes would be to my pleasin'.

Do not bring grief upon my tomb
But speak of events that has shaped our clan.
Permit the interred your breath of perfume
And recall our days as woman and man.

Allow my bones the easement of shade
The thick and sturdy cottonwood tree.
With branches and leaves that sing in cascade
While all of man's kingdoms lie over me.

Smile at me when saying goodbye
Detour the path that leads to sorrow
Refrain your questions when asking why
And bring me stones within the morrow.